Elizabeth Wesley Poet Rhyme

A Place

I have seen fair lady April
Dance with daffodils;
I have seen the misty dawn
Light moors and windy hills.
Painted in dark shadows
Of a sunlit afternoon
I have smelled the heady scent
Where blue hyacinths commune.

I have heard the curlew's call
As she sailed the wild dark sea;
And seen the sailor guide his ship
In the dream that used to be.
I have known precious moments
In the echoes of a song;
But I never knew the comfort of
A place where I belong.

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Suzanne C. Goudreau November 25, 2012 at 2:37 PM Wow Lizzie, your poetry is absolutely stunning dear friend. Enjoyed this piece. Kind of sad though uh? Love your work. It is always a pleasure reading you and congratulations on your ratings. Your tops!

Joseph May November 14, 2012 at 7:49 PM very nice poem Elizabeth.... also in the top 100....best wishes

Terry O'Leary November 3, 2012 at 5:59 PM Very beautiful imagery, sentiments... though so sad, Lizzie... Terry

Ravindra K Kapoor October 8, 2012 at 8:05 AM What a spark of beauty blended with the melodies of sound and smell of flowers, you have created here Elizabeth. Any artist would make some of his best paintings, if he can grasp the beauty you have sketched in your serene words in this lovely write. I would mark it as my fav. one my friend. Love and best wishes always...Ravindra..Elizabeth Wesley.

Keith Bickerstaffe May 20, 2012 at 12:58 PM Serene... lovely language and imagery. '...fair lady April,' '...where blue hyacinths commune,' (I love the way you follow 'blue' with 'commune - nice assonance!) You always craft your poems so carefully... rhyme and rhythm? perfection... as usual! :)

Michelle Mac Donald May 12, 2012 at 12:30 PM Oie, I think that all the above places are all pieces of where you belong, Elizabeth! When we "see the sailor guide his ship In the dream that used to be", it may be time to untangle the moorings for the seas are vast, and your imagination is so profound! Best wishes, Mikki :)

Phyllis Babcock April 23, 2012 at 12:22 PM There is no place like home a place where we belong. A lovely poem . phyl

Kabuteng P.Ink K. March 21, 2012 at 9:07 AM And I smile as I read that last line--- yes, no place like home, Elizabeth-- you've written this with your usual eloquence and wonderful flow-- really enjoyed this :D!

Jack Horne March 17, 2012 at 4:58 PM Lovely, haunting write, Elizabeth. Flows beautifully, as ever

George Aul March 17, 2012 at 11:16 AM Very nice indeed.........George

Dinda Minardi March 17, 2012 at 9:16 AM Got to visit this again to say how deep this words flick my conscience. *sigh* makes me feel lonely. Which means you're a great poetess, Elizabeth :)

Debra Squyres March 14, 2012 at 5:46 AM This is lovely and rather sad...

Connie Marcum Wong March 14, 2012 at 1:08 AM Your poem reads like a beautiful song Liz, and I believe this one is in your book? It is really wonderful. Baby gained a pound and a half and is doing well. Thanks, I bought her a little outfit (for 6 mos.) today with butterflies on it. It is purple.

Rockman Pritts March 3, 2012 at 10:33 PM Very nice Liz. A joy to read (3 or 4 times and maybe more). It was good thought and good rhyme as well as picturesque. Just what I look for in a poem. Thanks for the smile. Rockman :-)

Judy Ball March 3, 2012 at 2:01 PM You sound a lot like me my friend. Great write here with wonderful imagery. God Bless and thanks so much for your kind words on my poem on Scents. JB

Gwendolen Song March 3, 2012 at 10:57 AM I know I have read this beautiful poem of Spring before...can't believe I didn't comment! This one uses all my senses as I read along..so effective your words are here. I feel like this last line could be Jesus...no place to lay His head...I know, I am weird...lol. Gwendolen

Linda-Marie Sweetheart March 3, 2012 at 10:46 AM lovely visual delight to read elizabeth.. most creative lines extolling the beauty of daffodils and hills .. good luck in dcontest luv..

Sara Kendrick March 3, 2012 at 5:33 AM I could have sworn that I had read and commented on this one because of the last two lines..This has great flow, rhythm, and rhyme..Enjoyed reading this morn..Thanks for stopping by, taking the time to read and comment on my work..Your presence was uplifitng..Sara

Brenda Victoria Northeast March 3, 2012 at 4:41 AM This is truly Beautiful Elizabeth, loved it, Bren : )

S.Jagathsimhan Nair March 3, 2012 at 3:37 AM Nothing like a place you can call your own..enjoyed, jag

Andrea Dietrich March 3, 2012 at 12:01 AM wow, was this inspired by the daffodil contest? If so, you were magnificently inspired!!

M.I.A . March 2, 2012 at 6:48 PM But I never knew the comfort of A place where I belong... your beauty simply left me speechless. simply mesmerizing!

Poet Destroyer A March 2, 2012 at 6:25 PM Liz... i like the wild dark sea thought... enjoyed stopping by..pd

Harry Horsman March 1, 2012 at 7:10 AM well as usual i'm 14 days behind everyone else, but boy is'nt this a fabulous poem, bloody hell elizabeth, i do not know what to say, it has moved me so much. wonderful poem, ending with such sadness, if of any consolation, over 300 hits dozens of comments, you are so well respected. in fact one gem of a lady. harry

Rockman Pritts February 29, 2012 at 11:51 AM This is an excellent piece of poetry. I just love, loVE. LOVE when nature gets infused into the words. Great job. Rockman :-)

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